Within sight was the form of the massive slime-woman. Though still far, her form had grown to a much greater extent from when they last saw her. Jotou walked forward to the bow of the ship.
The helmsman slowed down the engines; the ship's plume of black smoke was no longer blasted back and was allowed to rise into the air from the top.
Rain no longer cascaded, for in fact it ascended. Droplets of water defied gravity as they floated upwards and joined thin swirling streams of water up in the sky.
Each string-width stream of water circled in a large arc, in what can only be assumed in the direction of the one causing all of it. A storm did not rage where Beauregard walked, only in her wake.
Any cloud was drained out of the sky to join the streams. Once a droplet lingered for long enough on its path, it began to shimmer the same hue as each line as well—a dark ocean blue.
